A/N: Okay So I'm still learning about , so yeah. Also, I'm making my chapters longer, so you guys have more to read. Hope you like it though!

-Consul Fangirl

Magnus burst into the room, and his ears flooded with the sounds of medics commanding orders to the helping nurses, who were gently coaxing the princess to calm down, who wouldn't be able to comprehend, considering she was in the middle of what looked like a seizure.

"What's going on?" Magnus asked.

A few of the medics turned, and by the looks of their faces, they seemed to be in a state of concerned shock.

"The thing is… we don't know. Someone was watching over her, and then, she just… shrieked, like she saw a demon." The female medic, who wore the robes representing her rank- head medic- shook her head furiously. "You have to fix this. We don't know-"

And then she screamed.

Isabelle screamed as if she was dying slowly, as if her skin was crawling away from her, in shock.

"After effects of the medicine," Magnus muttered, loud enough for the medic to hear. With a flick of a wrist, blue bolts shot out and surrounded Isabelle, and she was suddenly muted, and she seemed to relax, as she exhaled in relief.

"There," Magnus said. He turned and gave one of his prized fake smiles. "Nothing to worry about."

There was a lot to worry about.

When the nurses and the medics left, the woman, the head medic, gave Magnus a look of impressed respect.

"I see you know what you're doing," The medic began, "But if there's a problem, contact us, ok?" She turned on her heels and headed for the exit.

"I can't get any rest in this palace?" Magnus asked to no one in particular. He plopped into the armchair, and gazed through the window. He didn't even realize that the sky was painted a cerulean blue, the sun sinking below the horizon. Magnus stood once again, and left the infirmary. He needed to figure out what was wrong with Isabelle, because this was not normal. This isn't a normal coma, Magnus thought gravely, This is something else.

It was late at night, and Alec would kill for a little rest.

At the plaza, they didn't find any other clues, but they had found a survivor, a girl named Maia, and Alec couldn't believe it. It was a miracle that Maia had survived under all of the heavy debris, and who knows how long she's been under. For some reason, Maia didn't even seem like she was in shock, or was terrified at all. The only thing Alec knew was that when Maia woke up from consciousness and met Jace, she threw one of the vases at Jace. I guess not everyone worships Jace Herondale, Alec thought with amusement. He reached his room, and slowly entered. The room was as how Alec left it, although one of the maids must have made his bed, for it was rumpled before. The balcony doors were wide open, to let air in the room. He felt the cool breeze, and stepped into the balcony. He noticed all of the lights were dim in the towns; a tradition for the dead. The stars illuminated the sky, blotted all over the evening sky. He shut his eyes and let the breeze flow through him, and his mind went elsewhere. He thought of Isabelle, and her sweet humor and support. He thought of his past, the days when he didn't have to worry about his sister dying.

Another image flashed, one of a man with caramel skin and gold-emerald eyes.

He smiled down at Alec, and Alec's heart melted.

"Enjoying the view?" He imagined Magnus saying.

"It's beautiful." Alec opened his eyes and whirled his head to look at the right side of the city, but what blocked his view was Magnus, perched on the balcony rail.

"What the fuck?!" Alec yelled, and Magnus tilted his head back and laughed, the echo ringing his Alec's ears. He didn't imagine Magnus asking him the question. He was there the whole time.

"Miss me, gorgeous?" Magnus winked.

Alec sputtered, finding a reply, but Magnus jumped off of the rail and faced Alec.

"So what was pretty boy and his posse doing today?"

Alec swallowed. His throat would tighten when he was around Magnus, the reason for the loss of words. "We went to the plaza today. I'm sure you heard of the attack there?"

"Oh, yeah, I heard," Magnus replied, gazing longingly at Idris.

"We did find one survivor, Maia Roberts. She's in the infirmary." Alec was silent for a while; the sound of autumn air surrounded the area. "How's Isabelle, by the way?"

"She's doing great," Magnus beamed, "Although, I didn't know palace life was so exhausting. I'm running around the place like a squirrel looking for acorns."

"Welcome to my world," Alec chuckled. They then both stood there, communicating with their eyes only, ignoring the world outside.

"Magnus, about what happened at your place-" Alec began, but was cut off by a simple wave of Magnus's hand.

"Oh, we're talking about that now?" Magnus smirked. "You seem like the 'kiss and forget' person."

Alec stammered, color flooding his cheekbones, and Magnus giggled.

"It's okay, I understand why you want to hide it. With you being royal and all…" Magnus trailed off, biting his lip. Alec can detect the hurt expression in Magnus.

Alec entwined his fingers with Magnus's fingers. "I want to be with you, Magnus. I really do. I know, I have only seen you three times, but you're the only one that makes me feel love in me…" Alec is inches away from Magnus, and he could feel the hot breath trickling down his neck. "That was very cheesy, wasn't it?"

"I loved it," Magnus whispered, "But what about those suitors? Aren't they-"

"Screw them," Alec muttered, and pulled Magnus in a deep kiss.

The last kiss was slow and passionate, but now he felt desire, wanting Magnus, a lust for Magnus by his side, forever and inseparable. Alec felt tongue exploring, and Alec pulled Magnus even closer. This wasn't an unsure kiss; this was confidence, this was what Alec dreamed of. Dreamed of loving someone one day. The dream that finally came true. Magnus grabbed fistfuls of the silky tufts of hair, and his other hand went up under Alec's shirt, and Alec's skin tingled where Magnus glided his cool touch on his chest. It felt as if they were connected, their bodies fit together like a part of jigsaw puzzle.

They gradually parted, and Alec could feel his lips swollen from the kiss he longed for for years. Magnus stared into his eyes, a loving expression plastered on his face.

"Magnus.." Alec murmured, and Magnus nuzzled his face in Alec's neck, and felt Magnus's pulse thundering in him.

"Alec…" Magnus began, in Alec's ear, "Can you tell me where you can find some lemon tarts? I'm starving."

Alec chuckled and kissed him once more.

In Isabelle's Mind…

The dome was gone; Lewis was gone… and she was all alone in a white lab room. She was strapped tightly onto the cold metal bed. She shut her eyes for what seemed like 2 seconds, and when she opened them again, she was back in her dome.

She was back in the torture chamber.

She heard a twig snapping, and brought back memories.

The wolf. The blood. Lewis.

She ran, her mind whirling with questions. What's happening? Why is this-

She fell into a pit of darkness, a pit that seemed like it had no ending.